People want to hear about the confusion?
December overflow in his brother endless nostalgia. Heavy snowfall chilly original home. Cold rolled slightly dim brother in the eye, look for some warmth left in me that knows that cold also hourly. Suddenly, I feel much desire he hugged tightly, his arms were warm enough in the night recording.
This old coffee shop sink in the snow. Sometimes, she tilted her head face into the glass door, quietly listening. Nothing you sir, apart from the humming sound hoarse. Snowfall does not cry out loud. I miss the sound of rain, rain splatters remember touching tiny umbrella. Just because that little umbrella, but I see you near me a little better, but I see people you heat up a bit more, which makes me sleep all night long. But that would just own secrets for me. If you knew, you would laugh damn sure you idiot.
I put hand stirring the black glass of pale stone was slowly away. Somewhere sounded a wordless song. Young musicians whenever he saw you were all there accompanist. You call that music for me, you, sir. As my tracks.
Far from you, I started to get used to the bitterness of black coffee breaks. In the old days they only silver SIU, he did not know damn coffee culture. Now you understand why he likes black coffee like that. Because of the bitter with the sweet, sweet place the tip tongue in cheek, and bitter to take inside.
Em or have habits on the road every hand di translucent glass steam cold. A little heart-shaped beige. A heart-shaped dead soon. And a very light arrows pierced. Eros also very tantalizing, you? Want to stick together two hearts must use arrows to bleed. I sometimes ask god that did not grab my heart tape with his heart? Shen smiled and said, duct tape will do your heart some time dropped from his heart. Em struggles, not knowing where to find the answers themselves.
Man, if selected, he will choose to do the same bleeding hearts and stick to each other? Or drop apart for several heart intact?
Sometimes, you, sir, when wandering the streets deserted, I remembered him. Remember Vietnam road milk smelled flowers, remember warm hands clasped between crowded street children, remember hasty and awkward kiss porch wild when "curfew" of children both points. There is, now the only remaining brother smell melting snow, leaving the cold to cut flesh that crave to know how a warm hand, the only remaining shortfalls that play in front of the door with a cold such a shadowy figure.
When touching the cold metal door to cold skin, they saw him infinite hatred. Why do you hate my heart bleed and then let go, so the wound never healed? Stars from the start not to give you a private entrance? Kids on the arrow pierced love at work expenditures, to coolly walked now?
I hurt, how about you?
The wound on his heart then will be like? Every drop of blood flowed like me? Or other heart and one will be on the hook? Wound healing was, god cupid's arrow will be different again soothed, right?
Iron door gently push. For a moment, I thought it would turn into ice practices.
People say the first tears of her daughter, diamond, teardrop crystal second. But tears from Tuesday onwards, just like any other tears only.
He said they had done so, diamond and crystal drops when the womb before. Nowhere is he, in fact tears daughter is not crystal diamond or nothing, simply stop tears, priceless and worthless. It is something no one missing funds, but lost it, will not be picking up where.
Sometimes you wonder, Vietnam now has cold reasonable? My roommate sometimes hold you pat. Poor children so why are you? She told me to forget him. But forget how to be, Bro? Perhaps I was a fool when she kept wondering if he alone parted pain. Because you are the most powerful daughter earth, so he kept wondering just sad, but it did not bother me where the shoes.
Yet this time they re-immersed in nostalgia he writhes. I did not hurt you, just remember turning intolerable memory. Where he was not cold, just as much crave a bracelet.
I reached for the phone press the message sent to him. Vietnam this hour of rain make you? Without you, I can not forget to wear warm him? Without you, but whoever takes him whenever he coughs colds do not you? Without you, he who gave him a tight squeeze in the arms do not you?
She watched her roommate texted him but suddenly sighed. Crushing than you? Yeah, I broke up, why are you keeping nostalgic memories on a limb? Why not let the love you gave me there forever and integrity? Perhaps, she told me stupid. What little hook past memories?
Messages sent in vain. He did not even respond. Because ... broke up did you? I took the phone, curled up in warm blankets. Cravings too ... a bracelet ...
This morning, I'm back to the old cafe and find a black stone li. Musicians who flipped up the old instrumental music. Music for children. It was two years ago that he, from that day we parted. I still regularly to shop chips three times per month. And here, I feel like falling in infinity. Fall continual ...
If I can touch infinity, October whether the three have not you wait for me there?
The music suddenly stopped up. East wind chimes softly as the wind buffeted the rhythmic swaying. The sound of wind chimes wood emits strangely sad. I hand dug last picture was holding his brother, stroking his face gently up. Vietnam this time is not he cold? ...
He approached musicians, mature smile. He asked, I did not forget him. I smiled sadly. Why are you talking huh? How could you forget him when the wounds he inflicted on me that day has not yet healed scar? And how do you forget me when you tear her eyes always threatened to turn into ice?
He then gives me a small envelope. The boy told that he returned, one day when you can calm your mind.
One hundred years from now, see you in October three old
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October three
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And his brother's
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Vietnam these days rainy him up. The road to his house and floating bumpy countries. How long have new students to meet him during his break up you? I do not always foolish thought that he holding hands with another girl where he. Sometimes just miss you, I want to cry panic. If you are passionate with someone else, would you also relieved ...
Two years before, so he did not change? Still warm like the old days did. You do not ask why I did not cry. Not because I was crying so much, nor in me it gets emotional. Simply because, only a couple of times, very sparingly, New Kids unsteady and tears.
You know, I am a girl that provision Libra. Libra daughter very good offer emotional balance, though the emotion from time to waver when standing still is a long process. But never mind him, then I'll be all right. You will have to continue living, so solid, so the next step the footsteps of his long, to live a long life to His.
His young musicians hand flicking the violin, creating sad note. Why do not recognize his brother like you and me? His eyes young musicians still normal, quiet. But in moments deep into those eyes swung, as if they saw the empty loneliness and turmoil of soul. Is that the tune is not his? The similarities between the truth must accept his lost loved one, as if it happened just yesterday.
I know you just how strong, is not it? Forget his strong, powerful live. You know, sometimes I'm stronger in vain. Just smile as he stood alone. Just hugged him and he hugged desire. Never requires a fulcrum, and never firmly to anchor him. But sometimes in lonely and lost glance, I still want to ask you, the question of an old ancient times which pompous arrogant kid that I never dared to ask ...
This man, who had wanted to hear about the confusion?
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Say the authors: The theme is "stolen" from her sister's diary == 'And the pile of letters written below its winding Taiwan, I also understand it is anybody's ball: | Basically recorded during Madness and mood instability == 'Record does not even finished their review and also do not understand what I've just stated are: |
Nevermind that, put on a few days ago that watching == '
This, dedicated part-of-Coupon Du's brother ^^
Send a gift with the NK sister started by some other line Whether that question is of a more refined ss, ss, it remains for me to write this feeling should, ss much love, you know?
Tuck the Darkness he added his name to the following: | For fear that he hates his computer blowing up his house, the suffering
